Prompt: "You were supposed to get diaper rash cream at the store and now you're sending pictures of the shelves and asking what you came for. Come on!"
He stares at the shelves, completely boggled at what he's supposed to be buying. They all look the same to him.
He doesn't know how long he's been standing here but if Sneezy's glances are anything to go by, it's been a while and the man is probably scared that Robin's waiting for the right moment to nick the place (which is a stupid idea, why would he rob a chemist of all places?) Still, he should probably hurry up and choose something before the dwarf decides to ban him from the shop.
Yet he can't leave empty handed (unless he wants to deal with an irritated Regina for the rest of the night and nobody wants that) but he doesn't know what bottle he's supposed to get.
He's sighs, facing defeat, and whips out his phone. Aligns the camera up with the shelf and adjusts slightly so all the bottles are in frame. He snaps it before sending a quick, Which is it? along with the photo.
Her reply is instant.
Seriously?
They all look the same.
He smiles sheepishly when her name appears on the screen. Presses the button and brings it up to his ears and he can't even get the first word in.
"It's the one that says diaper rash cream."
He bends, eyes flickering past the label on each bottle, searching for Diaper Rash Cream and...he has nothing.
"It's not there."
"Yellow tub." she says and he looks again. The tubs are white, small, tall, large, thin. There's no yellow tub here.
"Robin, hurry up." she says and there's worry in her voice as she says it. "Your child is sitting on my bed with no diaper on and I've told her three times not to poop anywhere and she's looking at me like I'm stupid. Please, hurry up."
He quickens his search for her sake but there is honestly nothing and he tells her as much.
"Push some of the other bottles out of the way." she suggests. "Or ask someone."
"I'm not asking Sneezy." he says instantly, he'll spare himself humiliation thanks. "He already thinks I'm trying to rob the joint."
It earns him a slight laugh from her but he defuses it with a, "There's no diaper rash cream here, Regina." And she sighs, telling him to wait there.
He catches the conversation on the phone, Regina's, "Henry, look after your sister." and his, "What am I supposed to do?" and finally laughing when Regina says, "Make sure she doesn't poop anywhere."
He hears the fumbling of her phone and finally her voice more clearer talking to him.
"I'm coming to you. It's easier to look for it myself."
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It's quiet on the way back. Or at least he's quiet, Regina's frustration and possible anger is loud enough for the whole state to hear it. She'd arrived in five minutes but it had taken longer for her to find him and she wasn't impressed. Not because she had to drive here herself oh no, it was for one reason and the only reason he couldn't find the diaper rash cream;
He was standing in the wrong aisle.
